Brent? “Hey, buddy.” Um, hi. “Haven’t been in a story in a while.” Well, it’s shit like this, Brent. “This is my truth.” Are you wearing women’s shoes? “That’s my truth, too.” Stop it. “I’m a transvestite now.” We don’t use that word anymore, I don’t think. “I died in 1990. You’re lucky I didn’t … Continue reading A Mostly-Pointless Moment With Brent